Black Sheep Gone Rogue

Anyone else out there? Anyone else claim to have been the black sheep in their family or in society? I was the scapegoat of my family. I was the outcast, the strange different. I was the too much, too little, not enough. Most of my life I began to believe that maybe I was the problem, maybe there was something wrong with me...maybe I was a loser.

But then, I woke up. Out of love, I discovered I was more than. I was perfectly imperfect on purpose. I was a masterpiece unraveling. I was the agent in training gone rogue. I remembered that I had no limit to what I could become. I remembered I was supported and loved beyond measure, beyond this 3D reality.

I suddenly had a voice. I suddenly believed in myself and was fearless. The pain, the grief, the abandonment from friends and family served its purpose. That too was for my highest good. That too paved the path to my liberation...my transcendence beyond time, beyond this body, beyond this dimension, beyond this existence.

The loneliness, the lovelessness...lack of compassion and lack of empathy, was the dung I needed to fertilize my soul. Who can relate?